Li Tiangong, the focus of everyone's attention, felt his mind sink slightly.
The gaze from the Sanping Hermit, and the icy stares of the women behind Chu Xisheng, made Li Tiangong's scalp tingle.
He was panicked, thinking, I never agreed to forge a blade for this guy, nor did I instruct him, let alone have any intentions of killing Chu Xisheng. He still wanted to ask this person if there was any method that didn't need "licking" to win the beauty's favor.
Today was entirely the guy's own presumption, speaking for himself.
Li Tiangong wanted to explain, but under the gaze of the many martial cultivators on the deck, he couldn't utter a word and could only stand with an ashen face, silent.
After all, he was the famously known 'Strange Blade Demon Craftsman' of Jianghu; how could he lose face in front of the entire martial world by admitting weakness?
Li Tiangong's demeanor only made everyone on the deck even more certain.
The instigator today was undoubtedly Li Tiangong.
